Azza leaned down to kiss me, and, for the first time in days, it affected me. Not just my body, but me. I returned it, even as more tears ran.

He broke the kiss and said, "Come to bed with me."

"Yes."

I gasped as candles appeared on nearly every surface and lit the room with soft, flickering light. I smelled roses, too, floral and sweet. I assumed these things were from Azza somehow but couldn't focus enough to ask about them.

He undressed me deftly, with practiced hands, not trembling this time, but sure of themselves and unhesitating. He guided me backward until I had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. He then knelt in front of me and spread my knees.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I can smell how much you want me, Olivia. At last, all you want is this." He looked at me, eyes glowing with need. "Lay back," he ordered. My stomach fluttered, and I flushed as I did as he said.

He scooted me to the edge of the bed until I couldn't rely on my legs for support. He draped them over his shoulders and spread me wide with his thumbs, exposing me to him. The sensation was both thrilling and enticing. He leaned in and tentatively ran his tongue over me.

I wasn't sure who whimpered and who gasped. I remembered this would be his first time in over a hundred years.

"Olivia, you taste amazing," he growled. He adjusted my legs, spreading me open for him by forcing my knees wide, and he leaned in to lick me again. This time, he didn't stop, and soon I was panting. He most certainly had not lost his touch during his many years of celibacy.

"Please, Azza," was all I said before his hand moved on my leg to dip down below his tongue. He gently used two fingers to enter me. They were so large, he nearly filled me.

My mind reeled from the pleasure he brought as he moved in me until I was nearly senseless. I wanted, craved, for him to give me more. "Please!" I begged him.

"We have time, Olivia. Let me savor you."

I moaned and used my hips in time with his explorations. It wasn't long until he was fucking me properly with long, slow strokes and pressure of his fingers and tongue. I lost all sense of impropriety and rode his motions without thought, only need.

He was deliberate about it, teasing and patient, and I bucked against him, dying for more. My body changed, tightening in some places relaxing in others, heat spreading from my core and radiating outward.

"Yes. Come, Olivia. Say Lucifer's name when you do. He will hear you. He needs this," he said before he filled his mouth with me again.

It surged in me, pushed by some unseen force, a wave of tension. It lifted high and crashed over me. As I swam in a pool of pleasure, I called out, "Lucifer!"

Olivia... he replied in return, and I whimpered, letting some of what Azza was doing to me settle into the cracks of my psyche.

I was near the end of my orgasm when he slowed. He kissed my mound and gently removed his fingers, licking them clean. He helped me get under the covers before joining me, and as he'd done for the last several days, he pulled me close.

I was aware just enough to ask, "What about you?"

He kissed my hair. "What about me? This is for you, Olivia. When you're ready, I promise I will sheath myself in you, but until then, I intend to have you spread open like this as much as you can stand."

A thrill passed through me at the thought of him laying me bare again. "Yes. Please, Azza, help me find myself."

"I will. Now, sleep. We'll get some food when you wake next," he said, "and we will do it again."

He was true to his word. He made me orgasm in as many ways as he could devise and in as many places as he could hold me, balanced, against him. He gave me pleasure as an appetizer and dessert when we ate, when he bathed me in the shower again, and even once against the front door. The apartment was thick with the smell of roses. But, never once did he enter me, never once did I feel all that was him inside me. He assured me there would be a time and a place for it, but not yet.

I realized what he was doing about halfway through the day. "You're... blessing, for lack of a better word, my apartment as much as you are trying to heal me, aren't you?" I asked as we laughed while enjoying ice cream for a snack. We both needed the calories, or at least I did.

He sobered. "Yes, I am. There are few greater ways to raise energy for it in a human. Lucifer chose me because of this; my powers center around sex, and he needs your energy."

It was the first time he'd voiced the fact we were fundamentally different. "But why?"

"Because he will come here, and he needs the comfort and safety of you."

"Why are you doing this, Azza? For him, I mean. This seems above and beyond common loyalty," I asked, soft and caring.

He ate the last of his frozen chocolate before setting down his spoon. "Because I love him," he said with simple words.

"You love him? As in brotherly love or romantic love?"

"Yes," meaning both were true.

"He's the reason you were celibate for a hundred and eleven years, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Will you tell me why?"

"For many reasons. Thirty-three years to atone for a betrayal I'd committed. Another thirty-three to convince him I was truly loyal, and yet another thirty-three to tell him I love him."

"But that's only ninety-nine years, Azza." I reached for him, and he stood, tugging me with gentle grace after him to some seemingly unimportant corner of the front hall. "What about the next twelve?"

"I was twelve years into the contemplation of my powers. I had intended a total of another thirty-three."

He turned me to face the corner and forced my legs open with one of his massive thighs. The inexplicable need rose in me again, and as I had done many times during the day, I spread wide for him and straddled his thigh. I knew the position by now and no longer worried about ruining his pants with my wetness. He wore the stains like badges of honor.

I reached behind me with one hand and caught the back of his neck for balance as my other hand dipped into my slickness. The goal? Working myself to orgasm as I rode him. "What powers?" I asked before I both lost and found myself again in him.

He murmured in my ear. "Have you not noticed how you are always ready for me, Olivia? We've done this a lot today. Have you been counting? I have; this is number fourteen."

I whimpered, drunk off the influence radiating from him.

"I know you feel my power. You'd not react to me this way if you didn't. You'd not be powerless to say no to me," he continued. His voice was gravelly and rough. Hearing his need burn for me, but denied, had become an aphrodisiac. "It's why I insisted on your verbal and sincere, 'Yes,' in the beginning."

It was as if he were far away, but I listened. As I did, I quickened my pace against myself, wanting to come for him, and by extension, Lucifer, knowing what he said was the utmost truth. There was no way I could deny him anything he wanted.

"To take this energy we create and use it for a blessing is the best work I can do with it, the holiest act I have to give." He slid a hand over a breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching just a little too much. The small bit of pain sent me crashing through another orgasm where I called Lucifer's name.

"Lucifer! I love you!" I shouted, this time, adding the declaration.

Olivia... love you... His voice trailed away.

Azza clutched me to his body, pushing a power now palpable into me, through me, leaving behind nothing but a hot, white light of pure pleasure in my mind's eye. I dropped my arm, knowing the crescent-shaped wounds from my nails in the back of his neck would heal in about an hour. If he wore the stained slacks as a badge, the bloody collar was a medal. It was as if he wanted to record each and every time we were together.

Unlike the times before, I felt somehow incomplete. In answer, my need grew again, and soon I was whimpering. "I can make you ready at a moment's notice, Olivia, ready to beg for me."

I was still on his leg, and I reached to be in the familiar position. "No, no hands, Olivia. No grinding, none of it. Stay on my leg; you'll never be able to stand. Brace yourself against the wall, and let me show you the extent of my power," he instructed me.

I complied. I had no choice. Waves of energy pushed through me, pulsing in time with my heart at first, but getting faster over the eternity I waited for him to release me to fall into the void where there was nothing and everything.

"Please, Azza..." I pleaded. I'd done more begging in the last hours than I'd done over the course of my entire life. Not since I lost my virginity in the backseat of my parent's Ford had I wanted someone so often.

"Please what, Olivia?" he said, sending more intense energy, ramping me up.

"Please make me come for you."

"You're not doing this for me, Olivia," he whispered, "you're doing it for him."

I moaned and leaned forward, tucking my head into the corner. "Please make me... for him, Azza? Please?"

"Come, Olivia, until you gush onto me. Show me what you offer."

I arched my back and felt something let go. I did what he'd ordered and fell over the edge of pleasure, hard, my orgasm sending liquid flowing down his leg, soaking his pants.

"Yes, Olivia, so beautiful," his husky voice declared.

"Lucifer," I whispered.

A voice came to me. You are doing well, Olivia. Thank you.

I collapsed, my body going limp, but Azza caught me and held me in place, straddling his leg. His power receded. "Again? For us?" he asked.

I moaned with exhaustion, and yet, I still answered, "Yes."

"You could, if I wanted you to, Olivia. I can do this, draining you a little each time until you die, drowning in pleasure. Such is the extent of my power."

"Then kill me. If it heals him completely, kill me," I whispered.

"I cannot, Olivia. I swore an oath. And, I know the extent of your deal with him. You would lose your soul to him and never see Deirdre again. He doesn't want that for you, and so neither do I."

"How do you know?"

"He told me in a dream as we slept," he said, gently removing his leg from between mine. He had been right; I couldn't stand on my own; I was completely reliant on him. He scooped me up for the gazillionth time since I'd known him and carried me to the bed. It registered in my mind that there were always fresh, crisp sheets, fluffy pillows, a down comforter, and George sleeping in the center of all the luxury.

"How is the bed always made, Azza?" I asked, curious. "The candles are always lit, too, and I smell roses."

"Anything which has to do with seduction is my seat of power, and I can do as I see fit. It comes as a perk of being a Priest."

"You're a Priest?"

"Of sorts, yes. What I do is Holy, thus, by default, I am ordained."

"A Priest of Hell." I grinned and giggled. I found the entire thought to be both profound and ironic.

He leaned down and kissed me lightly. "Sleep now. My powers ensure we have clean sheets, but not so with the dishes."

I giggled again and rolled over, gripping the other pillow for comfort, to slip into slumber.